All Chapters of A Chance At Forever: Chasing His Divorced Love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHARLOTTE“I still can’t ask where we’re going?” Sonia inquired as we stepped into the car and fastened our seatbelts. I nodded in response, watching as she started the ignition and reversed the vehicle.I glanced at the back seat and smiled with relief, noting that she had listened to me and hadn’t brought any other guards along. I didn’t want to tell her why we were going there—it seemed silly to return to a place just because I had driven past it, felt something about it, and then saw it again in a dream.But I needed to do this for myself. It didn’t have to make perfect sense; nothing had made much sense since I arrived here. It felt as though everything that had happened up to this point was the result of all the spontaneous decisions I’ve made in my life. I was moving around as if I had no safer options.“I wonder if going with the flow is a good thing,” I mused aloud. Sonia glanced at me, puzzled, and shrugged. She turned her attention back to the road as we took a left turn on

Charlotte“Hello,” I said as I approached the table. “I’m sorry I walked in. I rang the bell, but no one...”She glanced up, her blonde ponytail swinging with her movement. “Oh, that bell hasn’t worked in ages. You must be the new worker. Come along; I’ll take you to your supervisor.” Without waiting for a response, she stood and walked past me, her tone brisk and dismissive.I tried to explain that I wasn’t here for an interview, but she was already halfway up the stairs, not paying any attention to what I was saying. I followed her as she led me up the stairs to a different part of the house that I instantly recognized. This was the hall from my dreams; the decor hadn’t changed, and I remembered the spot where I had picked up the teddy bear.It felt like I was reliving every dream I’ve had of this place, and I was excited to be here. But as we stepped into one of the bedrooms, my heart sank at the state of the place. Industrial machines lined the area, and people stood by, cutting f

CHARLOTTEI heard the car in the distance and sighed in relief as it slowly came into view. Sonia slowed the car to a halt and got out at lightning speed. “Are you alright, Signora? What happened?” she asked, staring at me with concern.I chuckled and slowly rubbed my palms together. “I’m alright, just a little shaken. I’ve had quite the experience, and… I need to lie down,” I answered. I tried to stand up, but my legs started to tremble, and she reached out to help me.She held my hand and slowly led me to the car. I sat down, and she ensured my seatbelt was firmly across my shoulder before turning around to get into her seat. “You look like you escaped from a torture room. Where were you, and what happened?” she asked again. I rested my head against the window, staring blankly into space.“I almost got shot,” I said after a while. She started to say something, but I continued talking. “No, you’re not allowed to ask me where it happened. I’m not telling you; I’m still trying to make

CHARLOTTE“I find that hard to believe. She’s been watching over you like a hawk the entire time I’ve been here. The nurse or some other guard takes her place when she’s not here,” Maria replied, picking up the sheets. “Sounds like a bodyguard to me,” she added, glancing around the room to ensure nothing else was out of place.I moved towards the chair with slow, steady steps and sat down. I turned to the machine I had been hooked up to while unconscious and stared at it for a moment. The nurse had turned it off before leaving the room, and I was relieved to not have to hear the annoying beeping sound it had made earlier. “She’s just doing her job,” I said after a short silence.“She seems too enthusiastic about it,” Maria commented, gesturing to the sheets in her hands. “It’s great to know someone’s watching your back like that, but I still don’t trust it. Where do I keep these?”“There,” I said, pointing to the wardrobe. “There’s a laundry basket in there. The cleaning staff will pi

CHARLOTTEWalking around the vicinity had proven more productive than I anticipated when I realized I had devised a plan. Sitting under a tree, watching the sunset, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. My first order of business was to start the process of suing the people who had taken over the property, and I knew I had to do some research about law firms in the city. Given the odds surrounding it, I needed to ensure I picked the most suitable one that would guarantee the case’s success.I stood up, wiped the bits of soil and grass that clung to my sweatpants, and started walking back to the penthouse. The distance seemed shorter than when I had stepped out, but I figured it was because of a spring in my step. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and things had taken a different turn. I wasn’t sure how to explain my feelings, but it felt nothing like the last few days. I had spent the last hour thinking about everything that had happened and coming to a definite co